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...was no different than someone sitting on a fire hydrant as he waited for a bus. Still, he thought, this was what he would try to correct by a solitary... ... somehow, and sell it off as a cheap form of methamphetamines to truckers, bus drivers, and maybe even guys like me who want nothing better than to st... ...a plane ticket as easily as the average man could pay for a ride on a city bus. Of course this particular car was air conditioned, and riding in it, d... ...eved with one arm in both cast and sling nor even facilitated via train or bus to Phuket, Pattaya, or Cha-am with all tickets sold out for the holiday... ...pinion?" "Well, for me it's like walking through noxious clouds of car and bus exhausts and the more you walk through it the dirtier you become in eve... ...in killers for his arm with no assistance but his saliva, and waited for a bus to take him back to Nongkhai. A kiosk selling soft drinks, Buddha statu... ...a thousand baht; another payment albeit a nominal one, he stood on a small bus like a Siamese twin conjoined to eighty or more bodies, all going in th... ...s he did albeit the others surely with more clarity than he had. He took a bus ride with myriad others across the Friendship Bridge of the Mekong rive... ...ated sidewalk. He could now see at a distance the bald muddied area of the bus terminal with its dilapidated secondhand buses that, according to the t...
.... It was definitely something that was not wanted. It stayed with him on the bus. On a ride from the Nambu Bus Terminal to Chongju, Sang Huin's sleep ... ... roads that appeared near Umsong to be rid of scenery so bland. Although the bus traveled down the highway as a solid, jitterless mass, he jittered in... ...man and it had all gone awry. Sang Huin sighed. He took off his shoes in the bus. He stroked his feet, in short white sports socks, across the vinyl o... ...ough his billfold for a calling card. He went to the front of this high-tech bus and made a call. "Yoboseyo." "Yoboseyo. Yang Lin bakwa chuseyo." Sile... ...in that area he sometimes got up around 4 a.m nonetheless; took an hour long bus ride to that small town he had once lived in; walked near bowing rice... ...e of his nationality. Now it was Kim Yang Kwam he kept thinking about in the bus. Sang Huin was labeled as dirty a few nights ago: the way he walked o... ...sical dilettante. He looked out of the window and smoothed out his hair. The bus was becoming full now. Still, no one was standing. Maybe, he thought,... ...tinct was to follow his former friend to the ends of the earth on the public bus system and to harass him in the bus by making him feel miserable for ... ...ome passively. On what seemed like an eternal trip, cramped on a seat in the bus, disconnection was making his mind jittery, soft, and rolling like a ...